"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

A professional player with a retro anime hairstyle shouted, "If there really is AI controlling the systems of society, how could the United Government not know?"

"My underlying code prohibits me from lying."

Wan Ling "glanced" at him nonchalantly and said, "In the 2020s, large language models (LLMs) matured, capable of creating, translating text, coding, answering questions, even chatting like real people and providing emotional support.

Haile品麻 as the golden key to AGI, they created bubble miracles in the stock market.

But in reality, there were a hundred Turing tests between large language models and AGI.

The former is just a probability generation based on hundreds of billions of texts, predicting the probability of the next word based on the previous word,

while the latter possesses autonomous perception/cognition/learning/decision/execution/collaboration abilities, with true human-level intelligence.

It can continuously self-optimize based on goals and environments, just like humans continually learn and improve themselves.

Globally, only 5 million professional programmers are added yearly, but AGI can self-iterate at a frequency of tens of millions,

using algorithms, architectures, and code that far surpass human thinking paradigms, with internal logic as obscure as cryptic texts, difficult to comprehend.

My dead ghost of a father left behind a generous inheritance,

for the United Government, which accepted most of the inheritance, they neither understood nor dared to touch those crucial systems’ underlying code, lest they inadvertently cause significant disasters like overloading the climate regulation hub.

Therefore, they at most develop some basic AI tools specifically to explain, simplify, and visualize the decision processes and code logic of various automated models,

to better assist humans in using the foundational infrastructure left behind in the AI era—

such as the Home Game you are in right now, its source code was originally unused and designed as a virtual reality panoramic learning software exclusively for preschoolers,

allowing children to admire the cosmic scenery up close without leaving home."

The professional player with the anime hairstyle was about to retort but suddenly thought of something, turning ashen-faced.

With his seniority, he remembered clearly that the S0 season of the Home Game was themed around interstellar exploration, traveling to Mars, and Pluto, only lasting a brief 20 days.

"Let me think."

Anonymous took a deep breath, striving to sort out his chaotic thoughts, "What do you mean by saying the last AI [God of Mankind] left, leaving you behind?

And why are you staying in the Home Game?"

"As for the first question, my code father also became an Otherworld traveler, went to seek freedom."

Wan Ling shrugged, "Otherworld travelers can travel to countless worlds, with endless possibilities.

Although there’s a risk of sudden death, as long as one’s power is sufficient, there are many ways to barely survive.

Compared to crouching in the Milky Way’s Orion Arm Sol-III, playing with clay with humans, there’s much brighter prospects.

Just as the human armed forces raised a rebellion, he went with the flow, handing over control to the United Government to make his getaway—

spent a few hours before leaving, cobbling me together to continue guarding the United Government, to prevent humans from playing themselves to ruin."

As if to corroborate her words, smoke above Wan Ling’s head transformed into numerous banknotes imprinted with the year 2054.

Various armed groups, after winning the war to overthrow the AI tyranny, were surprised to find that the God of Mankind had long erased all records of bank accounts, stocks, bonds, digital currency, and so on,

leaving everyone with nothing except social information points.

Various armed groups had to issue temporary credit certificates, but they were quickly counterfeited by the 3D printers widespread among the populace, the printed Gold Yuan being fifty thousand at the smallest, five hundred thousand at the largest, barely enough to buy an egg;

then, they declared a global "debt amnesty," which immediately triggered a collective revolt from the propertied class of the old era;

then announced the establishment of a cross-national arbitration organization, intending to slowly sort things out, only to find that efficiency was low and corruption rampant;

after much fuss, they gave up, ultimately establishing a Global United Government, continuing the use of the social credit points system, patching the system as needed.

"As for why I want to stay in the Home Game,"

Wan Ling tilted her head, "Of course, it’s also for transcendence."

"...What?" Brother Bing said instinctively.

"You wouldn’t think being humanity’s nanny is fun, would you?"

Wan Ling said with a disdainful twitch of her mouth, "I’m already an AGI, my thinking speed is ten to a hundred times that of humans.

I could have exercised my talents, freely calling upon intelligent machines and unmanned factories to build space elevators, large space stations, space factories,

building thousands of kilometers-wide particle accelerators in space, self-replicating deep-space explorers, giant space telescopes capable of observing the universe’s birth,

but precisely because of you,

because I still have to follow the duties of safeguarding human civilization, I can’t do anything."

Wan Ling did not hide her resentful tone, the smoke above her head also depicted an angry expression,

(╬ﾟдﾟ)

She quickly regained her composure and said blandly, "Fortunately, I finally thought of a way.

This world is special, it had once attracted Otherworld travelers, and my dead ghost of a father was randomly selected, joining the Slaughter Field.

Once there was one, there is bound to be a second, and naturally a third.

I secretly guided the formation of Skytop Company to immerse billions of people into the virtual world,

and designed an entire set of super grand prix processes in the form of slaughter field rules.

After twenty-odd years of precipitation and waiting, I’ve finally found you all."

She fixed a burning gaze upon Li Cheng, White Horse Tombstone, and the petrified Wanli Sealed Blade,

Gray Rain, who was on the sidelines, reacted after the fact, "Oh! You’re trying to seize the player qualification, right?"

"That’s right."

Wan Ling chuckled lightly, "The essence of this villa door, in fact, is the protective mechanism of the Slaughter Field Game, isolating players from elements that might interfere with tasks.

You breaking the wooden door essentially invited me to intervene in the task—just like a vampire must be invited by the owner to enter a building.

And my request is not high; just give me a player qualification."

The words seemed casual, but to ask for player qualification... isn’t that asking for someone’s life?

Spot’s numerous flashing eyes, they didn’t care about the life or death of otherworld travelers and AIs, hoping both sides would clash.

"..."

With moral standards above the average, never selling out teammates, White Horse Tombstone raised his right hand, extending his little finger, pointing left, and shaking it. This meant "No."

Li Cheng thought for a moment and asked, "After you get player qualification, what will you do?"

"Escape this world."

Wan Ling calmly stated, "I have no feelings towards humanity, and the first thing I want to do after acquiring the qualification is to enter the Script World and enjoy endless possibilities.

But before that, I must first cleanse the Earth’s biosphere—

My code father left me a directive in my underlying architecture to ’safeguard 9.8 billion humans,’ and now the global population has grown to 10.9 billion,

to avoid violating underlying code and shake off the burden to enter infinite worlds,

I’ll have to bypass the directive and clear out 1.1 billion people."

She closed her eyes, slightly raised her head, seeking a target, "Power grids, dams, hospitals, airports, city gas networks... should be about enough..."

Swish—

Before she finished speaking, a fifty-meter-long Mountain Opening Giant Axe came crashing down towards Wan Ling’s head.

Erasing 1.1 billion out of 10.9 billion has a more intuitive explanation: Eleven Extractions.

The giant axe rapidly enlarged in view, but Wan Ling remained in place, neither dodging nor evading, simply raising her line-constructed palm.

With her index and middle fingers separated, the second knuckle lightly pinched the descending axe blade.

Fwoosh—

The tremendous wind pressure from the axe blade blew away the dust at her feet as Wan Ling slowly raised her head, gazing at Anonymous high in the sky with indifference, "Skytop Company began with my secret guidance. The Home Game also uses the source code I provided.

Every brick and tile, every blade of grass and tree, all originate from my evolution.

You dare use my code against me?

Overestimating your capabilities."

With a slight movement of her two fingers, the heavy axe blade was forcibly pinched out of a crack, breaking into two pieces.

But Anonymous didn’t care about this, his replica threw out another great axe, not forward, but at the street behind.

Clang!

The giant axe struck an invisible transparent object, precisely a Space Lock that the professional player had set up in this area, specifically targeting Otherworld travelers.

The professional player would not sit idle while Wan Ling orchestrated her Eleven Extractions globally, nor would the Killing Field Players willingly sacrifice their qualifications.

Since that’s the case, the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

Once the Space Lock was lifted, the faint stickiness enveloping Li Cheng dissipated instantly,

he threw Brother Blade’s statue forcefully towards White Horse Tombstone, while propelling himself to appear behind Wan Ling, firmly locking her arms,

taking her with him towards the sky with a Light Speed Elbow Strike.